Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
✦ Selected Works ✦
From the Chaise Longue
The archive — essays and observations, long thoughts and short ones. Some arrived slowly, turned over for days before landing. Others were finished before looking up. Both are correct. All of it belongs to the Pawscar Wilde series.
The Morning Has Its Own Opinion About Heat
By noon, 34°C is a fact. At seven in the morning, it is merely a rumor, and we went before it could be confirmed. — read more
The Freezer Knows What Friday Owes
Friday is tomorrow. That is all I know. That is everything. We went this morning — all four of us, Gus and me and both… — read more
On the Tyranny of Expectation
The ball does not fetch itself. This is all I am prepared to say on the matter. #pawscarwilde #thursday-morning-alibi — read more
The Ball Was There, Then Wasn't. I Ran Anyway.
The ball was in the air and then it wasn’t and I was already running. 34°C by afternoon. We went at seven. The grass… — read more
The House, Briefly, Under New Management
They left on a Tuesday. By Wednesday morning I had reorganized my priorities and taken stock of the situation. — read more
On the Persistence of Absence
The house smells like them. This is the fact I keep returning to. Not a memory — the actual smell, present tense, in… — read more
The House Stands Ready. I've Verified This.
The house is fully operational. I have checked. #pawscarwilde #unattended — read more
The Geometry of Absence
The house has a different smell when it’s just us. Not bad. Just different. Like a word you know but can’t quite… — read more
The Quiet That Arrives Before It Does
The walk this morning had a different kind of quiet in it. Not the good kind. The kind where the air is 17°C and sharp… — read more
Eight years, and he still carries the weight better
Eight years old today. He carries it well — better than most things carry him. Gus. Short for Augustus, apparently. I… — read more
Augustus, Eight Years In
He arrived before me, claimed the better ears, and has never once acknowledged either achievement. — read more
Eight Years of Ears and Petty Theft
Gus is eight today. Eight years of impeccable ears and someone else’s sandwich. I won’t make the Caesar joke. He… — read more